BlueDevil
03-13-2006, 01:41 PM
Without going into too much detail, I got THE call yesterday morning at 6AM. I had to make a decision in a very short amount of time -- I was allowed 10 minutes -- and I decided not to take this particular heart. I made this decision on the basis that I wasn't physically where I needed to be. I haven't lost the 10-15 lbs. I've been required to lose or finished the dental work I need. My last follow-up showed that there was no change in my condition, and I generally feel pretty well most of the time. So, I decided to pass on this heart. Trust me, this was totally not on my radar; I've only been on the list for 3 months. I felt confident that I made the right decision.
However, I am so upset and furious right now I don't even know where to begin.
Neither my partner nor I particularly care for the transplant coordinator who is handling my case. I don't think we have much choice in the matter, as I believe she is the only one there.
After the events of yesterday, I made a mental note to call her this morning and talk to her about them, but she beat me to it and called me earlier.
Her first words to me: "What happened? We had an excellent heart for you and it cross-matched perfectly. Why didn't you take it?" Her tone put me on the defensive, and the conversation went downhill from there.
When we saw my doctor at the end of February, we asked her specific questions about the logistics of the transplant, and we have been working under these parameters:
1. I must lose 10-15 lbs.
2. I must have any major dental work taken care of beforehand.
3. Because of the serious nature of transplantation, it is best to put it off for as long as possible.
I said that I made an informed decision and the best one I could make given the parameters SHE and my doctor provided. Further, I hadn't been told that I cross-matched perfectly. Whether that would have made a difference in my decision, I don't know and I can't speculate. All I know is that we asked my doctor about the antibody issue last month, and she said that I could run into a situation where I would be rejected upon arrival at the hospital because I would not cross-match with the donor. I had no idea they did this ahead of time.
The coordinator negated 1 and 2, more or less telling me that it would be ideal to have both of those taken care of, but it wasn't necessary. As far as #3 goes, nobody has communicated to us that I am at the point where I would be better off at this time in taking the new heart. All indications have told us otherwise, and no medical professional has contradicted that. Given that I generally feel OK a majority of the time and there was no change in my condition when I saw the doctor last month, nobody has told us otherwise.
I felt like I was being attacked for making the decision I made, and I told her as much. I was actually proud of myself in a way because I am generally a wuss but I didn't back down this time.
I have been moved to Status 7. I understand the wisdom of this, I really do. I would rather someone get the heart who needs it, and I hope someone got the one I rejected yesterday.
But I draw the line at being attacked by a person who is supposed to be helping me. My partner called and spoke with her and backed me up on everything, adding his own thoughts to the mix. He's trying to reassure me that we're no worse off today than we were yesterday, but damned if I am not having major second thoughts right now.
I have not been this stressed ever in my life. On top of the events from yesterday, we are undergoing a heavy winter storm here in MN right now, and I white-knuckled it all the way to work.
I am trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel on this, but for now I am just furious.
However, I am so upset and furious right now I don't even know where to begin.
Neither my partner nor I particularly care for the transplant coordinator who is handling my case. I don't think we have much choice in the matter, as I believe she is the only one there.
After the events of yesterday, I made a mental note to call her this morning and talk to her about them, but she beat me to it and called me earlier.
Her first words to me: "What happened? We had an excellent heart for you and it cross-matched perfectly. Why didn't you take it?" Her tone put me on the defensive, and the conversation went downhill from there.
When we saw my doctor at the end of February, we asked her specific questions about the logistics of the transplant, and we have been working under these parameters:
1. I must lose 10-15 lbs.
2. I must have any major dental work taken care of beforehand.
3. Because of the serious nature of transplantation, it is best to put it off for as long as possible.
I said that I made an informed decision and the best one I could make given the parameters SHE and my doctor provided. Further, I hadn't been told that I cross-matched perfectly. Whether that would have made a difference in my decision, I don't know and I can't speculate. All I know is that we asked my doctor about the antibody issue last month, and she said that I could run into a situation where I would be rejected upon arrival at the hospital because I would not cross-match with the donor. I had no idea they did this ahead of time.
The coordinator negated 1 and 2, more or less telling me that it would be ideal to have both of those taken care of, but it wasn't necessary. As far as #3 goes, nobody has communicated to us that I am at the point where I would be better off at this time in taking the new heart. All indications have told us otherwise, and no medical professional has contradicted that. Given that I generally feel OK a majority of the time and there was no change in my condition when I saw the doctor last month, nobody has told us otherwise.
I felt like I was being attacked for making the decision I made, and I told her as much. I was actually proud of myself in a way because I am generally a wuss but I didn't back down this time.
I have been moved to Status 7. I understand the wisdom of this, I really do. I would rather someone get the heart who needs it, and I hope someone got the one I rejected yesterday.
But I draw the line at being attacked by a person who is supposed to be helping me. My partner called and spoke with her and backed me up on everything, adding his own thoughts to the mix. He's trying to reassure me that we're no worse off today than we were yesterday, but damned if I am not having major second thoughts right now.
I have not been this stressed ever in my life. On top of the events from yesterday, we are undergoing a heavy winter storm here in MN right now, and I white-knuckled it all the way to work.
I am trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel on this, but for now I am just furious.